Chapter 803: Citywide Lockdown

The night grew ever darker, and the bathroom light showered down softly.

Lin Yuan ultimately couldn't resist Qin Bore's willful demand and obediently complied.

He took the pile of clothes and shoes, and patiently washed them carefully at the sink.

Warm water flowed over his fingertips, and he hand‑scrubbed each item clean bit by bit.

The whole process was quiet, without a single further complaint.

After working hard for a while, he finally finished washing and drying everything.

Lin Yuan lightly shook the water from his hands, then turned around, weary and helpless.

But as soon as he turned, a soft figure pressed close to him.

Before he could react, a warm, soft touch lightly pressed against his cheek.

The fleeting touch was gentle yet scorching, instantly seeping into his heart.

It was Qin Bore, taking advantage of his inattention, secretly tiptoeing to kiss him.

Her eyes curved, a fresh sweet smile bloomed, and her voice was soft and tender.

"You've worked hard, man; this is your reward."

Lin Yuan froze slightly, and his fatigue vanished instantly.

That night, he stayed peacefully at Qin Bore's home to rest.

He lay on her soft, comfortable bed, covered with her personal quilt she used daily.

The sheets beneath him and the covers over him were suffused with her unique faint fragrance.

Her clean, gentle aura wrapped around him layer by layer, especially soothing and healing.

Without the former suspicion and tug‑of‑war, his heart was filled with peace and relaxation.

Accompanied by that refreshing fragrance, Lin Yuan suffered not a hint of insomnia.

That night he slept especially soundly and sweetly, dreamless till morning.

Time slipped by quietly; outside the window the sky lightened, and dawn's glow filtered through the curtains.

A brand‑new day arrived gradually, and the room grew brighter little by little.

Lin Yuan woke on schedule, instinctively wanting to get up, tidy himself, and go to work.

But as soon as he sat up, Qin Bore, standing nearby, called out to stop him.

Qin Bore's gaze was serious, her tone carrying an unyielding insistence.

She demanded that Lin Yuan rest properly for three days, forbidding him to force himself to toil.

Furthermore, she ordered him to stay obediently at her home for those three days to recuperate in peace.

Lin Yuan looked at his own unhealed wounds all over his body, then at Qin Bore's resolute attitude.

Deep down he knew his injuries truly weren't suited for exertion and travel.

He really couldn't oppose the strong‑willed yet caring Qin Bore, so he reluctantly gave in.

Afterward, he took out his phone, found Su Monong's contact, and called her.

Speaking into the receiver, he earnestly explained the situation and asked for three days off.

The handset pressed to his ear, a quiet waiting tone softly echoed.

Su Monong heard the weakness in his voice and hesitated not at all.

Upon learning that Lin Yuan was unwell and needed rest, she promptly approved his three‑day leave.

No sooner had her words ended than Lin Yuan's phone popped up a large‑transfer notification.

Exactly one hundred thousand yuan arrived instantly, the amount striking and real.

Following the transfer came a gentle reminder message, urging him to rest well.

Looking at the transfer and text on his phone screen, a flicker of warmth passed through Lin Yuan's heart.

After a brief reply of thanks, he gently hung up.

Morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, softly bathing the whole bedroom.

The indoor atmosphere was calm and gentle, shedding all the night's ambiguity and turmoil.

Before Lin Yuan had lain down long, light footsteps sounded outside the door.

Qin Bore rose early, a stark change from her usual lazy, spoiled demeanor.

She had deliberately set aside all her time today, her thoughts wholly focused on nursing Lin Yuan back to health.

To speed his severe injuries' recovery, she decided to personally cook breakfast.

An ordinary light breakfast wouldn't meet her standards; it was far from having a strong tonic effect.

From her home's stored trove of precious tonics, she pulled out a pile of top‑grade rare supplements.

Each was a precious ingredient worth a fortune, hard to find even with money.

Soon warm flames rose in the kitchen, and the gentle sound of boiling broth drifted out.

She patiently simmered slowly, her technique practiced, attentively tending each ingredient throughout.

The first dish out of the pot was bird's nest stewed slowly with century‑old ginseng, the broth clear and warmly lustrous.

After a long time over low heat, the ginseng's medicinal properties fully melded into the bird's nest.

A clean, non‑cloying tonic aroma drifted from the kitchen to fill the whole room.

Next, a bowl of broth simmered with blood reishi was also successfully completed.

Blood reishi strengthens the foundation and nourishes the body, ideal for those gravely wounded and deficient in qi and blood.

Its rich medicinal fragrance was mellow and smooth, with no hint of bitter harshness.

Besides that, she specially prepared a great tonic soup paired with caterpillar fungus.

Multiple precious medicinal ingredients combined, exactly able to replenish Lin Yuan's lost qi and blood.

Various top-grade precious tonic supplements came out of the pot in succession, filling the table.

This seemingly simple morning breakfast was luxurious beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Every bowl of soup ingredients was valuable, a truly priceless tonic feast that money could hardly buy.

Qin Bore carried the last bowl of hot soup out of the kitchen, her brows and eyes extremely gentle.

She looked at Lin Yuan resting on the bed, her eyes full of sincere concern.

Lin Yuan lifted his eyes to see the table full of tonic soups, and he was instantly dazed.

He stared blankly at this ordinary morning breakfast before him, and great waves surged in his heart.

Merely glancing over these rare tonics, he roughly calculated their astonishing value in his mind.

The total value of all the top-grade tonic ingredients on this table absolutely exceeds tens of millions.

His gaze first fixed on that bowl of Tianshan blood lingzhi soup, his heart filled with shock.

This blood lingzhi is of excellent quality, its texture thick and fine; at a glance it is clearly an old specimen that has survived for hundreds of years.

People in the trade all know: the older the blood lingzhi, the clearer its rings, the higher its price, reaching astronomical levels.

Such a Tianshan blood lingzhi of several hundred years' age has long become a rare treasure scarcely seen in the world.

Not to mention ordinary wealthy merchants and nobles; even top financial conglomerates, powerful aristocratic clans, and influential ministers might not have access to it.

His gaze slowly moved; the thumb-thick cords of caterpillar fungus in the bowl further opened his eyes.

Lin Yuan, having lived so many years, had seen many tonics big and small, but never such thick, plump caterpillar fungus.

What startled him most was that blood-red ginseng root as thick as an adult's arm.

The whole ginseng root is perfect, entirely blood-red, its outline closely resembling a human figure—a genuine hundred-year-old ginseng.

Such a grade of hundred-year-old humanoid blood ginseng starts at no less than ten million in the medicinal market, pricey but unavailable.

Lin Yuan stared blankly at the extravagantly luxurious breakfast before him, his heart full of disbelief.

Having grown this old, he had truly never seen such expensive, top-grade tonic supplements in his life.

The tremendous shock lingered in his heart, making him forget his bodily injuries for a moment.

He couldn't help muttering to himself, completely unable to guess how deep Qin Bore's family resources truly are.

He really couldn't imagine what Qin Bore's family does to be able to withstand such reckless squandering.

Just a simple home-cooked breakfast actually consumed tens of millions of astronomical value.

Such a level of consumption has long surpassed the realm of ordinary wealthy people; it is entirely on another tier.

Even domestic top tycoons might not dare to so extravagantly consume such things as breakfast.

At this moment, Lin Yuan even couldn't help suspecting that Qin Bore's family resources might already rival those of Asia's richest.

Just as Lin Yuan remained shocked and unable to come to his senses for a long time, Qin Bore walked slowly to the bedside holding the soup bowl.

She looked at Lin Yuan's dazed appearance, a gentle smile in her eyes, her movements soft and meticulous.

She clearly remembered that Lin Yuan's jaw knife wound had not healed, so he could not exert force to chew food.

Hard ingredients would tug at the wound, causing piercing pain, unfavorable for wound recovery.

Ordinary ways of eating are too laborious for Lin Yuan now and easily tear the wound.

After careful consideration, Qin Bore simply decided to feed him herself, helping him finish this tonic meal steadily.

She took a spoonful of the stewed soft ginseng soup ingredients, brought it to her lips, and gently opened her mouth to hold it.

Her fine teeth slowly ground, thoroughly chewing the hard ingredients into a soft, mushy consistency.

Each chew was especially gentle and meticulous, completely removing all hard residues.

After confirming the ingredients were soft enough to need no biting, she slightly leaned forward, hovering before Lin Yuan's lips.

Maintaining a zero-contact gentle posture, she sent the chewed food from her mouth into Lin Yuan's mouth without touching.

The warm, soft food slid down his throat, carrying a faint herbal fragrance and her unique scent.

Lin Yuan needed to exert no jaw strength at all to swallow smoothly, his wound feeling no pulling pain.

He lay still, letting Qin Bore feed him gently; the shock in his heart gradually turned into warmth.

Mouthful after mouthful of top-grade tonic ingredients entered his throat; the warm medicinal power slowly spread through his limbs and bones.

His whole-body fatigue and the weakness from deficient qi and blood were gradually soothed and repaired.

Throughout, the atmosphere was quiet and tender, filled with an ambiguous yet healing ambience.

After a long time, Qin Bore patiently finished feeding him the full table of tonic soups and ingredients.

After confirming Lin Yuan had eaten his fill and his body was warm all over, she slowly straightened up.

She raised her hand and lightly wiped her mouth clean; the motion was elegant yet casual.

After simply tidying the tableware, she turned back to her room and changed into a neat work outfit.

Having tidied up, Qin Bore shed her homey softness and gained a few points of the crisp, capable aura of a career woman.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down, and earnestly instructed Lin Yuan lying on the bed.

She repeatedly emphasized that during these three days off he must stay honestly at her house to rest.

Whether going out to run errands or leisurely strolling to relax, none of it is allowed.

Only by resting peacefully can his new and old wounds heal quickly, leaving no hidden problems.

Lin Yuan looked at her earnest, concerned gaze, helplessly nodded, and could only obediently agree to her request.

After receiving his promise, Qin Bore finally felt at ease picking up her bag, pushing the door open, and heading to the company for work.

As the room door gently closed, the entire mansion instantly became tranquil and secluded.

Inside only a soft wind sound remained; there was no longer any noise or disturbance.

Lin Yuan had nothing to do, so he could only obediently lean against the soft bed to rest.

He closed his eyes to nurture his spirit, slowly regulated his breathing, and felt the gentle medicinal power slowly circulating within his body.

Not long after, a light, delicate footstep sounded from the bedroom doorway.

The fluffy Garfield cat Sweet Cone leisurely took small steps into the bedroom.

The little fellow's round, chubby body was endearing, its appearance especially soft and cute.

It adeptly leapt up, lightly jumping onto the soft big bed, its movements gentle and lively.

Without any hesitation, it darted straight into Lin Yuan's embrace, obediently curling up.

Its warm, soft little body snuggled close to him, quiet and well-behaved.

Its round amber eyes narrowed lazily, and it rubbed against Lin Yuan's collar.

The fluffy touch against his chest dispelled the loneliness of being alone, especially soothing.

Thus, the little cat stayed quietly in his embrace, never leaving his side as he rested.

Meanwhile, Qin Bore, driving to the Divine Phoenix Group, sat in the rear of the luxury car, her face no longer bearing the gentleness she had at home.

The scenes of Du Jie setting up a scam last night, wantonly threatening and harming Lin Yuan, kept replaying in her mind.

Her exquisite, beautiful face was tightly tensed, she let out a soft snort from her nose, and cold fury surged in her eyes.

Upon reaching the top-floor office of the group, Qin Bore immediately called her core confidant.

Thinking of Lin Yuan covered in wounds and still being schemed against and coerced, her anger piled up layer by layer.

She ordered everyone to mobilize, laying an airtight net across all of Hangcheng, fully pursuing Du Jie's whereabouts.

Her tone was icy and resolute, with no hesitation, she directly issued the highest-level search order.

Anyone who dares to move those she protects must be prepared to bear her full wrath.

This time, she will certainly not give Du Jie any chance to breathe or escape.

The hidden operatives of the Divine Phoenix Group scattered throughout Hangcheng sprang into action the moment they received the order.

She had already made up her mind: she would make the wicked Du Jie pay the heaviest price.

Du Jie, who was temporarily staying at a high-end hotel in the city, soon received word from his subordinates.

Countless plainclothes personnel quietly deployed, silently infiltrating every area of Hangcheng.

His former arrogance and domineering attitude vanished, leaving only extreme panic and unease in his heart.

Upon learning that Qin Bore would spare no effort to mobilize all her forces for a citywide manhunt against him, Du Jie instantly panicked.

At this moment, his mind was filled only with thoughts of fleeing; he wanted nothing more than to leave Hangcheng quickly and escape the Jiangnan region.

He dared not linger even a moment; he hastily gathered his valuables and fled the hotel in disarray.

The entire vast Hangcheng had already been sealed off layer by layer by the Divine Phoenix Group's forces, leaving no gap.

But when he hurriedly reached each exit point, he only then fell into utter despair.

All of the city's transportation chokepoints were secretly controlled by the Divine Phoenix's elite plainclothes.

Not a single exit route left a gap, completely cutting off all his escape paths.

The vast airport terminals and security checkpoints were all filled with covert inspectors.

At the crowded high-speed rail and train stations, every entrance and exit had dedicated personnel on standby for inspection.

Even the little-used rural lanes and suburban paths were assigned personnel to take turns standing guard.

All the entrances and exits of the expressways that traverse the city were secretly sealed off, strictly preventing anyone from leaving the city illegally.

All the guards were disguised as ordinary passersby, vendors, and workers, with extreme concealment.

Every possible exit, big or small, in Hangcheng had no omissions; all were under strict control.

Du Jie tried various places, each attempt to break through ending in futility.

Hangcheng, which appeared peaceful as usual, was in fact already a wall of bronze and iron, with no place to flee.

He was completely trapped within Hangcheng, fallen into a desperate situation with no way out.